Short writing prompts

From: https://thestoryshack.com/tools/writing-prompt-generator/?v=1

Lorelei groggily made her way to the kitchen, more hungover than she had ever been in her over twenty years of life. She clutched at her head, groaning as she looked for the milk and cereal —which she found had somehow swapped places with the milk in the cupboard and the cereals in the fridge— before pouring a generous amount of both into an obnoxious pink bowl she had received as a gag gift.

She took her favourite spoon out of habit and sat down at the counter, leaning heavily on one arm as she tried to get some food into her while her hunger and nausea fought against each other. As she half chewed, half swallowed the cereals in some kind of strange haste, a loud crushing noise suddenly pierced through from her living room.

At first, she didn’t even register what had happened, but as the sound of rubble and a male voice cursing slowly came through to her muddled brain, she finally spun around in her chair. Someone —wearing some kind of onesie?— has just burst into the living room of her rented house, bringing with him almost the entirety of the left wall and her bookshelf.

The man turned around, saw her and froze. In unison, they both shouted. “F-CK!”

“Look. I can explain my appearance-” the man started as he quickly got up, revealing a height of nearly two meters.

“Oh my dear god. This is not happening. Please tell me I’m just hungover.” Lorelei stared incredulously at the intruder, waiting for an answer, which the bewildered man did not give her. “Answer me!”

"Uhh," the man stammered. "You’re just hungover..?"

"Yes, thank you!" She sighed in relief, returning to her seat, munching at her cereals again.

The stranger must’ve been either curious or stunned beyond the typical functioning capacity of the brain since instead of leaving, he approached her and gently asked "Aren’t you afraid?"

Lorelei looked at his face —was he wearing a wolf mask?— and said flatly, “No? Why should I be?”

“Well, you know.” He gestured at himself, then at the destroyed living room.

Lorelei’s eyes followed his gestures and stopped on the sight of her destroyed living room. (Again.) “What. The. F—” She ran through the previous events once again in her head, now a bit clearer. "You piece of furry sh-t, you should be scared of me!"

A strange, fascinated gleam appeared in the man’s eyes, but disappeared almost immediately as Lorelei smacked his nose with her spoon and all her might.